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Wednesday, December 09, 2009

When I sat down to write today I wanted something different than the normal blog. I didn’t want to write the same old diary entry or the ordinary journal recording. I didn’t want some heart wrenching poem. When I look around at my life I know that I’m just like everyone else… Everyone has their good days and the bad. We all wake up sometimes throwing ourselves pity-parties. Sometimes we wake up with confedience and then there are the days when everything is content. The days we wake up content we still see the extra pounds or the ugly curve. We still know how socially akward we are or how boring we would be without outside inspiration… but none of that matters. Today, I’m not feeling content. I still remember my ugly hair days and I still struggle to do the right thing and today none of it matters, but content is not the word to personify my emotions. Inspired is almost a description of today’s mood, but even that is just a twinge off. I want to change the world, but today I realize that everybody else wants to do that same thing. Today I just want to be me. I enjoy the worn out wood floors that embraces my living room. They need refinished, but I like them just as they are. I like my mismatching furniture. I found all of it in the dumpster and while the sofa is upscale, club-ish and the chair is plaid, old manish and the coffee table looks like something from an antique shop; none of it fits together but it all fits me perfectly. Today I want to push myself in my own direction. I want to perfect my own personality in it’s own individuality. Today, I don’t want to be just like or completely different from everyone else; today, I want to be however i really am, without any accord to the rest of the world.

Chandeliers are much like pearls... I can wear Jeans and sweatpants and throw pearls on and everyone will say i look cute. Chandeliers take any style and add to it a bit of class. I could cover my walls in posters and magazine bits and paint the furniture with a chipped teal blue and throw in old, falling-apart chairs; when you add a chandelier to that picture, it would be beautiful. It would go from college teen to artistic middle aged.

I’ve been watching the Movie “Julie and Julia” and the words they use are absolutely blissful. It makes me want to learn new words. One of the words they used was “thrust”. It made me think. Who uses that word when talking about anything suitable for all ages? But now I absolutely adore this word. I’m going to begin thrusting it into my everyday conversation, along with many other breathtaking words : )

Ok. I am now officially excited to put some theme into this blog… beginning…….. Now.

Monday, December 07, 2009

"Rush"Into your head, into your mindout of your soul, race through your veinsYou can't escape, you can't escape.Into your life, into your dreams,Out of the dark, sunlight again.You can't explain, you can't explain.Can You feel it, can you feel it,Rushin' through your hair,Rushin' through your head,Can you feel it, can you feel it,Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,Be every color that you are,Into the rush now,You don't have to know how,Know it all before you try.Pulling you in, spinning you 'round,Lifting your feet right off the ground,You can't believe it's happening now.Can You feel it, can you feel it,Rushin' through your hair,Rushin' through your head,Can you feel it, can you feel it,Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,Be every color that you are,Into the rush now,You don't have to know how,Know it all before you try.It takes you to another place,imagine everything you can.All the colors start to blend,Your system overloads again.Can You feel it?Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,Be every color that you are,Into the rush now,You don't have to know how,Know it all before you try.Don't let nobody tell you,Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahDon't let nobody tell you,Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahDon't let nobody tell you, your life is over,Be every color that you are,Into the rush now,You don't have to know how,Know it all before you tryYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sunday, December 06, 2009

The pain of the ink embedding itself in my skin distracts me from the pain of reality. The words permanently darkens my skin and I forget about the loves I’ve lost.As each stroke penetrates, the truth of life seems more and more trivalIt’s all so surreal and the piercing pain makes it all seem like a story